She was five and I was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
I would always win the fight
Bang bang, I shot you down
bang bang, you hit the ground
bang bang, that awful sound
bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
loving and missing the dancing ... i remember my contemporary and ballroom. hope can embrace it again...
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